This is the meat loaf we ate for dinner. We baked it on the barbecue. It was yummy. When we brought it in Tiny barked at it. If you want to know why you'll have to ask him. I don't understand.
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Dogs of that sort are very suspicious of meatloaf, Magister. Especially when they are the minions of small chilren. They are also occasionally suspicious of citrus, so if you notice Tiny barking at the oranges, that's the trouble. ...(ok, so it's been a long, hot day. But it's a nice theory.)...
I spent all day today being attacked by WILD PARROTS.
Well, that might be a slight exaggeration. But my day did involve a plethera of WILD PARROTS!
Fine. Parrots. Not wild. But there were hords of them. At least three thousand. Or... maybe 450. Which looks a lot like three thousand. If you squint funny.
I'm not going to ask about the parrots. Anyone who would travel to the southern hemisphere in order to clean sloth cages must have her ways of getting in to see parrots.
You ought to check out my friend Whiskey Mike's website (see the links). He's got the dead parrot skit as a recent post. Take that parrots!
Magister, are you still going to do the speech + debate club next year?? Do you have any suggestions for me as to what "events" I would be interested in/ would be good at???
Yes. I'm starting up a mime-squad for Speech and Debate. I think you'd be great at it. McVey said she'd be the mime-squad "platoon leader." Contact her for your beret and face paint.
...switching gears: Krista (that would be my sister) knows Rob b/c she used to work at IBM w/ him. mystery solved. She also knows a fellow named Joe who calls himself Father Barry and works and Saint Thomas Aquinas. That's where you went, isn't it? ...ok. 'nuff "small world" stuff. I'm going to bed so I can subsequently drive 40 miles to take the SAT tomorrow. I need me some minions.
...switching gears: Krista (that would be my sister) knows Rob whassisname b/c she used to work at IBM with him. mystery solved. Oh, and she also knows a fellow named Joe who calls himself Father Barry and works at Saint Thomas Aquinas (I don't think he knows you though)--isn't that where you went? ...ok. 'nuff "small world" stuff. I'm going to bed so I can drive 40 miles to take the SAT tomorrow. I need me some minions.
You laugh now, Magister, but your small dog seems to be onto something. That thing looks like it's trying to grow a brain. o_o Did you have to whack it dead with a large stick before consumption?
This is the meat loaf we ate for dinner. We baked it on the barbecue. It was yummy. When we brought it in Tiny barked at it. 
10 comments:
Dogs of that sort are very suspicious of meatloaf, Magister. Especially when they are the minions of small chilren. They are also occasionally suspicious of citrus, so if you notice Tiny barking at the oranges, that's the trouble.
...(ok, so it's been a long, hot day. But it's a nice theory.)...
I spent all day today being attacked by WILD PARROTS.
Well, that might be a slight exaggeration. But my day did involve a plethera of WILD PARROTS!
Fine. Parrots. Not wild. But there were hords of them. At least three thousand. Or... maybe 450. Which looks a lot like three thousand. If you squint funny.
PARROTS PWN MEATLOAF!
Survivor of Wild Parrot Attacks:
I'm not going to ask about the parrots. Anyone who would travel to the southern hemisphere in order to clean sloth cages must have her ways of getting in to see parrots.
You ought to check out my friend Whiskey Mike's website (see the links). He's got the dead parrot skit as a recent post. Take that parrots!
Magister, are you still going to do the speech + debate club next year?? Do you have any suggestions for me as to what "events" I would be interested in/ would be good at???
Yes. I'm starting up a mime-squad for Speech and Debate. I think you'd be great at it. McVey said she'd be the mime-squad "platoon leader." Contact her for your beret and face paint.
Oooh. Beret and face paint. Count me in.
...switching gears: Krista (that would be my sister) knows Rob b/c she used to work at IBM w/ him. mystery solved. She also knows a fellow named Joe who calls himself Father Barry and works and Saint Thomas Aquinas. That's where you went, isn't it?
...ok. 'nuff "small world" stuff. I'm going to bed so I can subsequently drive 40 miles to take the SAT tomorrow. I need me some minions.
Ooooh. Berets and face paint. Count me in.
...switching gears: Krista (that would be my sister) knows Rob whassisname b/c she used to work at IBM with him. mystery solved. Oh, and she also knows a fellow named Joe who calls himself Father Barry and works at Saint Thomas Aquinas (I don't think he knows you though)--isn't that where you went?
...ok. 'nuff "small world" stuff. I'm going to bed so I can drive 40 miles to take the SAT tomorrow. I need me some minions.
But where is the Speech in mimeing?
You laugh now, Magister, but your small dog seems to be onto something. That thing looks like it's trying to grow a brain. o_o Did you have to whack it dead with a large stick before consumption?
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